Epilogue One
COCO
Christmas Eve
Adding the final touches to the sugar cookies before transferring them to a platter, I buzz with excitement over the holidays this year. Christmastime has always been one of my loves—the magic, the joy, the bright lights and snow. But this year is so much better than I ever could have imagined.
All because of Lucca.
And my silly little stockings.
They now decorate the tree sitting in the great room, looking like something from Santa’s wonderland.
When Lucca came home from the hospital, he gave me carte blanche to decorate however I wanted, and I may have gone a bit overboard.
While the largest tree stands in the great room, smaller ones adorn every room of the house, and in the entryway is a tall, skinny, green frosted one, with crisp white lights. I smile every time I see it.
Preston and Jason had been averse to helping me at first. Then I pouted, and a few tears sprang to my eyes, and they quickly got on board.
I’m not sure if it’s because Lucca threatened them within an inch of their life for upsetting me or because they dislike seeing me upset, but they were troopers once they got started.
“Mia amore.” Lucca comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my body, holding me close to his. “We’ll have guests soon, and I need a taste.”
The man is insatiable. Partly because he was banned from physical exertion after the shooting, and now that he’s been given the all-clear, he wants me every minute of the day. In all fairness, the feeling’s mutual.
I check his watch for the time. “You have thirty minutes,” I warn, sneaking out from his hold and racing upstairs. He catches me before I reach the top and picks me up, carrying me bridal style to our room.
“Strip and get on the bed,” he growls as he kicks the door shut and sets me on my feet.
I don’t dare disobey when he’s all growly, although I wouldn’t mind a spanking right now. He’s been far too gentle with me lately.
Toeing off my shoes, I sit on the end of the bed and lean back on my hands, watching as Lucca tears away his shirt, popping buttons and stitches as he moves.
“What did I say?” He prowls towards me, jaw ticking, pulse pounding in that thick vein on the side of his temple. “Strip, Coco.” I recognize that he’s gone rogue when he uses my given name instead of the pet name I adore so much. “You want a red ass, is that it?”
Biting my lip, I don’t answer until he stands right in front of me, chest heaving with power as he holds the feral beast at bay.
Reaching forward, I work his belt and pants until they’re open, and I can see his excitement staining his briefs. “I have to tell you something,” I whisper, kissing his taut stomach, loving his musculature. There’s not an ounce of fat on this man’s body.
“What?” he growls, gripping my ponytail and tugging my head back.
I lick up his chest as I get to my feet and push up on my toes while he bends down for me. Moaning in his ear, I finally whisper, “I’m pregnant.”
When I found out in the hospital after admitting that it was a possibility, I hadn’t thought the test would come back positive. Now, I’m almost certain that he knocked me up the first time he came inside my body.
“I have a secret, too, mia amore.” His hands grab my hips, and he tosses me back on the bed, landing softly in the middle. “I already knew.”
My jaw drops. I thought I’d been discreet.
“How?” I ask, crossing my arms as he tugs off my socks and leggings. He smirks and settles between my thighs, his briefs now missing, so I feel his raging erection pressing against my overly horny pussy.
“Aside from the fact your tits are bigger and more sensitive, your pussy is hotter, tighter, and your belly has a little more cushion.” With my excitement deflated, I give him my signature pout.
“Believe me, amore, I am ecstatic, and I’m so glad you’ve finally told me.
” Dragging my shirt up, he removes it from my body, along with my bra, and wraps his hot mouth around a nipple as he gently slides inside me.
The thirty minutes he was given turns into hours, and before we know it, we’ve missed our entire Christmas Eve party and don’t see anyone until morning, when we share the news with his parents, cousins, aunts, and uncles, and my coffee shop family.
A year ago, I was dreaming of experiencing this type of Christmas, and now I have. It’s even better than my imagination. I’ll treasure these memories for the rest of my life.
Turns out Sabrina was wrong, stocking the kingpin was exactly what I needed to do.